What Year Is It?

January 16, 2008 at 1:42 pm in Uncategorized

racists.jpg Let me paint you a little picture of my neighborhood: Located in the lovely Miracle Mile area, just blocks from the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, mine is a diverse community made vibrant by Angelenos of all colors and creeds. Two houses up there’s an interracial couple whose young children are, to put it mildly, absolutely gorgeous. At the top of the block is a first generation Chinese family that keeps part of their front lawn reserved for a vegetable garden, and who are always full of smiles. My pal Kelly, a dedicated Christian Scientist, lives on the next block over, and when I take my dog to the park, it’s always full of Orthodox Jewish mothers and their innumerable children–friendly little tykes who often ask to pet my dog. Also included in the motley crew that I interact with on a daily basis is a gregarious gay guy, a chatty Latina lady, a couple of incredibly intense Russian women, a very pleasant, older Middle Eastern man, and a rockabilly dude. My neighborhood embodies the wonderful diversity of Los Angeles, which is why I was so taken aback today, when I had the following encounter.

I was walking my dog on the next street over when a voice called out to me.

“Hi!” It said, and looking over, I saw that it belonged to an upper middle-aged black man.

“Hello,” I called back, with a smile. “How are ya?”

“I’m the neighbor,” he shouted, in an oddly taunting tone. Something in his voice sounded snide, though I had no context for understanding why.

Somewhat confused, I waved and said, “Nice to see you,” and as I continued on, I heard him jeer, “Uh ohhh, black people, colored people, black people, colored people in your neighborhood!”

Part of me wanted to turn around and explain to him that it’s 2008, not 1968, and that this neighborhood is not only diverse, but friendly. I wanted to let him know that if he gives us all a chance, he’ll see that he’s not judged and ostracized due to the color of his skin, but instead he’ll be welcomed as yet another unique member of this rich and friendly community.

Instead, taken aback and caught off guard, I walked on, trying to process what had just happened.

Perhaps next time I see him, I’ll sing him a song:

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…

It’s a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…

I’ve always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I’ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we’re together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?
Won’t you please,
Won’t you please?
Please won’t you be my neighbor?

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